Sat down hard.
Have young face.
Must be Indian. Very strong Accent.
-Whew! Can you think of another word for clutch?
-No, it’s a four letter word. Purse is five letters.
-Hum, I can’t think of another word.
-How about BBQ?
-How many letters?
-Seven, your favorite number. At least I think so.
Then he follows me onto the train.
Sits beside Me. And continues talking.
-You must be good at Sudoku
-Actually, I don’t play at all.
-Then you must be good at crosswords. You know you learn good vocabulary from crosswords.
-Yeah, I don’t play any of those games.
-Why? Well, I guess I’ll be going.
And with that, he hopped of at his stop.
That was really weird. Didn’t his mom tell him not to speak to strangers?